yah

ison and I even left France. I sat in a hotel suite down the hall from our

simply told the truth, my voice as flat

al. "He cannot recognize faces. For three years, I have tried to make myself memorable to him. I wear

me away, convinced I was a stranger. About his toast to

im spotting Kassie Crane in a crowd. About

ing dragged away by the police, an

the reporter was simple.

he had set up. I knew Harrison woul

Potts. And as of this morning, I have filed for divorce.

in years. It was the calm that comes after a devastating storm.

on. I ignored it, letting it vibrate against

to catch. A new

ed to a halt, blocking our path. Harrison ripped the car doo

ice low and dangerous. He grabbed my arm, his

voice surprisingly steady. I re

me! You made me

t to yoursel

tightening. "You've dragged Kassie into this! A

as. The pain was a familiar ache, but it was

nnocent," I

ys have been. Jealous that I have a conne

r, humorless sound. "You mean the

w working. He could

wn wife standing right in front of you?" I continued, my voice rising. "The one wher

I didn't re

n! Don't you get it? Your illness isn't the proble

rom of confusion and fury in his eyes. He st

I said again, the words solidif

trange look on his fac

rs have b

," he declared, as

the most satisfying smile of my life. "Oh,

t me, uncom

ocuments for the new media merger. Standard procedure. I had my lawyer draft the divorc

es. He had been so annoyed that day, so eager to get to a lunch meeting

ked me," he whis

I corrected him. "You never looked at the

pressed it into his hand. "It's ironclad. Generous, even. I didn't take y

ing on its axis, and he had no idea why. To him, this was a sudden, inexp

cuments had been a framed photo. Not of me. Of Kassie. A candid shot of her laughing on a sailboat. He had dozens of photos

ly matched the person in his mind. But he could recognize her in every photo, at ev

a picture on Harrison's tablet. A picture of me, from years ago, before we were married. Back when I had short hair. He had been studying it.

he really wanted. A woman who, by some cruel twist

t, his voice thick with rage. H

said, reaching fo

his other hand, rang. The screen lit up. A pi

es softened into concern. He answered it ins

his brow furrowed. "Stay

, his eyes cold and hard once more

ing that sealed his fa

the side of the taxi, as he scrambled out of the car. He ran do

divorce. He had just been publicly humiliated. And his

"Heard you were leaving. Good riddance. By the way, Harrison ju

laugh escaping my lips. He didn

orward through the windshield, and said to the bewildere

om the curb, leaving Harrison Lang a